A sudden flash of purple light flickered within the ruins of the stadium.
Moments later, a mass of vines began spreading out from the rubble.
Councilor Devitt let out a long sigh.
He absorbed the last remnants of the Ord of Chaos's power into his own body.
Although doing so barely allowed him to regain some of his strength, it also meant he no longer had any backup plans left.
A faint but steady aura of chaotic energy now encircled his vine-constructed body, the energy continuously perceiving and probing the surroundings.
"Even though Zenobia didn't help me… as long as she wins this fight, I'll be safe."
Devitt muttered to himself like a man trying to convince his own heart.
He had already accepted that his own power was nowhere near enough to defeat Luca, so all he could do was pin his hopes entirely on Zenobia.
As for whether Zenobia might kill him once the battle was over—that was something he didn't even dare to think about.
